I’m tired. I’m Dog Dead Tired. I injured my left knee two weeks ago and it hurts like a motherfucker, but I still hauled fuel through the deep snow so my family could be warm. Then I went out to get supplies… fresh things like milk and vegetables and oodles of treats from the Flying Squirrel. I got one car stuck in the crazy breakup mud, nearly tipping over, then took the other car I had parked up in the borough road for emergencies instead (thank you, Ben, for helping me) But when I came home? I was berated for not having brought pizza as well. You are welcome, family, for not being cold. You are welcome, family, for fresh foods to keep you healthy. At least the husband apologized. I guess I can’t blame the kids too much; their brains are not developed enough. But I’m tired. I’m Dog Dead Tired.
